Although Mo Ling was young, she felt the same sadness and pain as her brother.
"Xu Fan, go take care of Sister Mo Ling, okay?"
This is what his mother said to Xu Fan at that time.
Xu Fan knew that something big had happened. The aunt who had always been gentle in his impression seemed to have left this world.
But Xu Fan didn’t understand at that time. He was too young and didn’t even know how to comfort others.
So he walked up and poked Mo Ling's cheek, "You clown face, so ugly!"
Mo Ling, who was originally crying, was stunned. She blinked her big eyes and stared at Xu Fan in front of her. The next second, her face wrinkled again and she started crying again.
"I...you...don't cry."
Xu Fan was in a panic. He originally wanted to tell Mo Ling that her face had turned into a clown and it was so ugly, so she should stop crying.
Mo Ling clenched her fists tightly and arched her body backwards, as if she was trying to cry with all her might.
Xu Fan put his little hand on Mo Ling's face, wiped her tears and told her not to cry.
"Ah, how disgusting!"
As Mo Ling was crying, a long string of snot suddenly flowed down and got on Xu Fan's hand. Xu Fan took a step back in horror and shook the snot off his hand.
"Hahahaha," Mo Ling looked at Xu Fan and suddenly laughed. She cried and laughed and burped, as if she had cried enough.
"Aren't you crying anymore?" Xu Fan asked Mo Ling in front of him tentatively.
Mo Ling seemed to have cried her fill. Although her expression was still sad, she could no longer shed tears.
"That's great, don't cry, I'll take you to see something good." Young Xu Fan took Mo Ling's hand and ran forward with her.
In the falling snow, Mo Ling stared blankly at Xu Fan's back as he took her away. His face was red and he had a bright smile on his face.
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